#pre arrow

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This is the nyssara anon and I'm sending another one because ughhhh I'm so nostalgic and I love your writing. Nyssara + kisses on the palms

hahaha lets all be nostalgic together im saying i wanna know sara for being a baby bi like she doesn’t even know when shes being too affectionate for nyssa’s poor gay heart - this is a pre-arrow, pre-nyssara, and pre-angst 

“I didn’t know that you were also a doctor,” Sara remarks. She tries not to hiss as the antiseptic washes over her open flesh.

Nyssa doesn’t looked pleased. She seems to ignore Sara as she dabs the wound clean with gauze. The cut on Sara’s hand isn’t quite life threatening but it’s deep enough to need stitches.

“Dr. Nyssa is both calm and composed in her natural state,” Sara goes on, observing Nyssa like she’s a wildlife special. “As you can see, her laser focus is on the habibti’s single wound.”

“Sara,” Nyssa lets out lowly. “You shouldn’t be so cavalier. This could have been a lot worse.” There’s slight hesitation when Nyssa reaches for the needle. “This might hurt a little.”

Sara takes a breath. She nods and waits for the needle to make contact. She hisses once the needle goes through her skin and she can feel the thread slide through her flesh. “Dr. Nyssa is pokey.”

“I’m not a doctor,” Nyssa brushes off. “You’ll have to learn how to do this eventually.”

“Assassin MD 101? I can’t wait,” Sara grits through the pain. “Do I get any painkillers?”

“Not with that attitude,” she curtly responds. There’s a quiet grumble that comes out of Nyssa before she goes quiet. Sara doesn’t know much about the heir to the demon, but she’s perceptive to when Nyssa goes quiet, it means that there are a lot of things going on in her head. When she purses her lip and furrows her brow towards Sara, it means that she’s worried.

“Nyssa?” Sara calls out carefully. When Nyssa doesn’t respond, Sara reaches for Nyssa’s cheek, cupping her cheek. Nyssa stops threading and looks at Sara with curiosity. There’s a slight alarm in her eyes. Sara would drop her hand but she can feel how Nyssa’s jaw relaxes under her touch.

Nyssa seems to smile in spite of herself. “I just don’t like it when you get hurt.”

Sara tilts her head to study Nyssa. “It’s going to happen regardless. It’s better to happen during sparring than out in the field.”

Nyssa frowns.

To which Sara smiles brightly because she’s right.

Her bright smile is infectious and it breaks Nyssa’s stern facade. “You are going to be in trouble if you keep up this attitude.”

“Just trying to keep it light.” Sara rubs her thumb against Nyssa’s cheekbone.

Nyssa narrows her eyes at Sara suspiciously. Sara doesn’t know at what, but what Nyssa does is turn her face to kiss Sara’s palm. Sara warms at the unexpected affection. She feels the warm glossy lips softly press against her palm. There’s a small curl of Nyssa’s lips that she feels and it warms her in ways she doesn’t know would be possible.

“Thank you habibti,” Nyssa says moving her head so that Sara’s hand can fall. She gets back to stitching Sara’s wound.

Sara swallows, closing up her hand that’s now burning from Nyssa’s lips. “For what?”

“Keeping it light,” she answers with her smooth accent. There’s a small smirk on her lips that makes Sara blush.

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Shoulder rubs - nyssara

omg nysssssssssssssaraaaaaaaaaaaaa i have a lot too many feels about this ship and i wished them all the best because theyre my OTP and just thye belong together [im not taking away from avalance because i like that ship too but nyssara has a special place in my heart and in honor of such a throwback couple; i did a little throwback setting to when sara is first training with the League and still smol bb bi

There were very few things that Sara was afraid of since being plucked out of the sea and trained by the League of Assassins. There were moments though, moments where she could feel the sweat on her brow form because of nerves. There was a slight tremble in her hands and the muscles along her arms.

It’d been a year since she started training.

And after a year, she should’ve been able to shoot a bow with ease and precision.

Sara nocks her bow and pulls it up to eye level. Her shoulders feel tense but she can’t do anything about it.

Everyone’s already shooting and even if Ra’s isn’t there to watch her, she can still feel everyone else’s eyes on her.

They whisper behind her back. After a year, she is still an outsider to them. A young privileged girl who doesn’t quite understand the world. She was only there because of Nyssa. Nyssa, the daughter of Ra’s al Ghul, took care of her, nursed her back to health, and decided to train her. To which, she was more than grateful for.

Sara pulls back the bow. Takes a breath. And releases.

There’s a quiet thump as the arrow makes its mark.

Eyes fall on her. Some of them full of skepticism. All it does is makes her feel guilty.

Two warm hands fall on her shoulders. Sara looks over her shoulder to find Nyssa standing closely behind her, sharing warmth underneath her cloak.

“You are tense again,” Nyssa critiques lightly. She massages the tense flesh that has Sara shivering even harder.

Sara’s eyes fall on the others around them. She bites her lip and looks down shyly. “Thank you,” she mumbles as she subtly tries to shrug off Nyssa’s touches.

Nyssa notices this and glances around them. The others instantly look away but Nyssa knows why they’re staring. She stares back at Sara sadly. “My apologies if I’ve made you uncomfortable.”

Sara looks back at Nyssa with a blush on her cheeks. “No, I’m sorry,” she quickly apologizes. “I’m just having a hard time with this and I don’t want them to give you anymore trouble because of me.”

Nyssa narrows her eyes and Sara knows that look. Nyssa is ready to defend her honor.

Sara reaches for Nyssa’s hand. “It’s okay, I understand.”

“They have no right to say anything about you. You’ve proven your abilities with training,” Nyssa growls.

Sara smiles. “With your help,” she reminds. “You’ve helped me plenty. Let me do this so they won’t have anything to say about me anymore.”

“I can–”

Sara shakes her head. “I’ve got to do this, Nyssa,” she firmly says. “I want to stay. So I have to prove it.”

Nyssa looks unconvinced but she could never say no to Sara, that much she’s learned quickly. Sara isn’t blind to the affection and she enjoys it. She wants to be there with Nyssa. But she can’t always rely on Nyssa. Nyssa places her hand on Sara’s shoulder once more, rubbing it with encouragement.

“Remember to relax, habibti,” Nyssa whispers before taking her leave.

Sara nods with focus. She keeps meaning to ask Nyssa what habibti means, but she’ll do it after she gets this shot.

feel free to prompt me one of these

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If you have the time: Nyssara + Kisses On The Neck

i think most of my fills for these prompts are just going to be nyssara pre-arrow fuckery because it seems like a long slow burn/long relationship considering 5 years???? just redo arrow but from sara’s perspective give me that shit

There are moments when she loves coming back to Nanda Parbat after training with her father. Where she sees what her father sees in the world. Where she sees her true purpose. It isn’t pretty and ideal like she’d want it to be. Sometimes it burns to watch.

So when she comes back and finds Sara sleeping in her room, Nyssa smiles. Thankful that Sara doesn’t have to go out in the world and do what she has to do. Yet.

Sara rouses easily when she comes back, not alarmed at her presence like she used to be. She wakes up, with a small ruffle of her hair, eyes still half awake as she pads across the room to Nyssa. She strips Nyssa free of her cloak.

Nyssa lets her. All the while stroking Sara’s beautiful blonde hair.

“Welcome home,” Sara greets quietly. She untucks Nyssa’s long sleeve from her trousers, hands warming her body as she unbuttons her pants.

“Thank you, habibti,” Nyssa says. She pulls off her shirt to let Sara pull down her pants. She steps out of them, while Sara waits patiently.

Nyssa catches her eyes. Her beautiful blue eyes through the candlelit room. It makes her heart skip a beat to see Sara stare up at her in awe and wonder. There’s so much tenderness and love. Sara reaches up to stroke her hair and Nyssa closes her eyes, commiting the touch to memory.

“Are you feeling okay?” Sara asks instinctively.

Nyssa smiles, opening her eyes again. “Yes, of course.” She slides her arms around Sara’s waist. Sara wraps her arms around Nyssa’s neck in response.

Sara stares skeptically.

“Honestly,” Nyssa insists. “It’s good to be back here with you.” She doesn’t say anything else. She doesn’t let Sara see what she sees. Instead, she lifts Sara up into her arms and buries her face in Sara’s neck. She kisses her neck with gentle nibbles of her flesh. It tickles Sara, Nyssa knows that and keeps tickling her sensitive flesh with her lips. Sara giggles against Nyssa and she lets herself be carried back to Nyssa’s bed.